I Have Found....

that grief is like the ocean, the tides

coming in and out.

There are days that are so hard, I feel

the crushing weight of the loss of you.

There are

days when I laugh, I feel great,

I look forward to the future.

Then there are days,

when the tide comes crashing in. The smallest

things can make me cry. The scent of your perfume

makes me long for you.

This is what I hope:

I hope I will be to my children what you are to me.

I hope that when I face death, I can say I lived

with no regrets.

I hope that I make you proud.

I hope that my children will never

forget you.
I hope that in times of crisis, sadness, grief, I will

never lose my faith.

I hope that I will be everything that you raised me to be.

Mom, I love you. I miss you.